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Wings Flying High 2
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would have to maneuver the situation so Alex wouldn't have any choice but
to make the first move. But what if Alex wasn't interested? What if she
had never fucked another girl? Casey's paranoid schizophrenic neurotic
tendencies surfaced again. She was afraid of another rejection. The few
times in college were with girls who had been dumped by their boyfriends
and needed some tender loving. Her pussy was sopping by now, and she
began slowly moving her hips, rubbing her hot hole on Alex's smooth ass.
Her clit brushed against Alex's ass, sending ripples of excitement through
her pussy. She had no idea that Alex's pussy was just as wet.
"Yeah, just a bit more on my shoulders," Alex murmurred.
She knew what Casey was doing. She decided to act.
"I know what you're up to," Alex said.
"Huh?" replied the startled Casey.
Alex rolled onto her back with Casey still straddling her. Now they were
pussy to pussy.
"I know you're trying to get off. You haven't had a man in such a long
time and you don't know where to start. I do know where to start. I
haven't been with another girl in a long time, but I think we can help
each other. Come down here to me."
Casey sighed as she settled into the embracing arms of the sexy pilot.
Alex kissed her deeply. Their hands ran over each other's body, feeling
breasts and thighs. Casey spoke after taking a couple of deep breaths.
They were nose-to-nose, eye to eye. They gave each other teeny kisses.
Finally Casey spoke.
"Oh, baby. This is so nice. I can't take the foreplay right now. It has
been too long since I've had an orgasm by something other than my own
fingers. Let's just get right to the intense stuff for now and do the
rest later."
"Okay, honey," Alex replied.
Casey raised up and moved around so that she was facing down over Alex's
pussy. Blind with lust, she dove between the open thighs and began
licking and sucking. She could feel Alex's tongue wrapping around her
clit and let out a whimper.
"Mmmm, you're pretty tasty," Alex said.
At least as tasty as your sister, she thought. Alex and Helen had been
together once. They had been very, very, very, very drunk and barely
realized what they were doing. They barely remembered it the next morning
and never mentioned it again. So she hadn't lied when she said it had
been a long time since she had been with another girl. The time with
Helen was a drunken encounter, not a real lovemaking session. Alex did
remember that Helen shaved her pussy, and that's why she started doing it
herself.
"Your shaved pussy looks so neat," squealed Casey. "How did you think of
doing it? My husband wanted me to shave, but I never did. It makes you
look so sexy. I can see everything, too."
Now it was Casey's turn to wrap her tongue around Alex's clit. She put it
between her lips and pulled. Alex had an immediate orgasm and dove into
Casey's pussy. Their tongues and fingers were flying, bringing intense
pleasure to each other's body.
"Ohh, yeah! Oh, I'm gonna cum," panted Alex.
"Me too, baby. Me too," squealed Casey.
They grunted and panted and moaned and whimpered as they pumped themselves
to a final orgasm. Alex tensed as her orgasm washed over her and seconds
later Casey's body stiffened as her own cum hit her. They relaxed and
Casey moved around, crawling up into Alex's arms, kissing her face and
neck and ears and cheeks.
"Mmmm, baby, sweetheart, darling. That was nice, so nice," Casey said in
a whisper.
Alex grinned widely. She was glad to see that Casey wasn't embarassed
about what had just happened. She stroked Casey's hair.
"Yeah," she whispered back. "Let's do it again sometime."
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"Antonio, I'm going to introduce you to my ex-wife, Bunny," said Lowell.
"It's about time you did just a liiiiiiiiittle bit of Dicky Dunkin."
"Oh, bless-a you. It is-a so kind of you to-a fix me up with-a you wife,"
replied Antonio.
"There's just one thing. She's not the kind of girl who likes to take
things slowly. When you take her to dinner, you'll be lucky to get
through the salad before 'There's Bunny, spread on the table for everyone
and his brother to fuck'," said Lowell, a touch of irony and sarcasm in
his voice. "I might as well announce it over the terminal PA: 'Attention
passengers. Bunny is now boarding.'".
"Oh, thank you. Thank you, Lowell. I won't forget this. And if there's
anything I can ever do -- anything at all -- you just-a name it."
Lowell thought for a minute. Gloves from Antonio's uncle? A new
houseboat to replace the one sunk by Hackett? Maybe the biggest favor
Antonio could do was to take Bunny off his hands.
"Think nothing of it, my good friend," Lowell said with a smile. "It's a
pleasure to help a friend."
Lowell could barely suppress a snicker as he went through the door into
the hangar. He whistled an engine maintenance tune as he pulled out a
wrench, wiped it, and began engine maintenance. It was a nice tune, the
kind you would whistle if you were doing engine maintenance and had a
lucky hat. He was sure that even Antonio could score with Bunny, but
wouldn't be surprised if they were married by this time tomorrow.
Sure enough, the next morning Antonio swaggered into the terminal with a
huge grin on his face. Gone was any trace of his accent, and he greeted
everyone with a sort of "Big Boy Radio Announcer" voice.
"Hey there, groovy guys and groovy gals," he said, sitting on a stool at
the counter and spinning once with a flourish.
The Hacketts were sitting at one end of the counter while Alex and Casey
were sitting at the other end. They had arrived earlier and were drinking
coffee, freshly made by Helen (who was still crushed that she was serving
coffee instead of playing cello in a symphony orchestra). They kept
winking at each other and smiling when they thought no one was watching.
Helen thought she caught them once. Alex and Casey? Nah, she thought.
"Life is beautiful," Antonio said, letting the coffee steam waft into his
nostrils and inhaling deeply.
"What has gotten into you, Scarpacci?" asked Roy. "I hope not the same
thing that got into Helen."
Helen gulped and shot Roy a warning glance.
"Ohhhh, I think we can be pretty sure it's nothing like that," she said,
grasping Antonio's hand and patting it.
"Believe me, Helen, you wouldn't understand. I met the greatest woman in
the world. We spent the entire night making beautiful passionate love.
None of you would understand," Antonio said, gazing off into the distance,
a visionary gleam clouding his vision.
The Hackett brothers furiously avoided eye contact with Faye, and Helen
gave a sharp shake of her head when Roy winked at her. Casey reached
under the counter and ran her hand up under the short skirt Alex was
wearing. Alex spread her legs slightly and Casey's eyes widened when she
realized that Alex wasn't wearing panties. Alex's pussy twitched and she
smiled at Casey as the finger ran up and down the slick slit and then
slipped in her pussy hole. They would have to find a quiet waiting room,
and they excused themselves at different times so it wouldn't look
obvious. Helen realized that she would need Roy's huge cock at least
twice before noon, and both Joe and Brian wanted to get Faye on the floor
again.
They all realized that Antonio didn't have the slightest clue as to what
had happened, and each of them vowed to keep their little secrets safe.
"You are so right, Antonio. Love is a wonderful thing," said Helen as she
refilled his coffee cup.
<*** The End ***>
* Sharon Mitchell is not fictional. She is a real porn "actress" and
has no doubt appeared in many, many scenes such as described.
* 1st 2.00b #567 * Incorrigible punster. Do not incorrige.
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